Nobody knows the secrets I keep.
I know a place where the sky kisses the water like an impassioned lover
where the golden moon gives light to the horizon and breathes life into my frost covered lungs.
Where my blood turns to rubies in my veins and my eyes turn upwards to reflect infinity
joined by my rising hands, compelled to support a weightless existence.
Nobody knows the secrets I keep.
And in this place I find serenity coursing through the marrow of my spine
filling my stomach with warmth and vacating my head from any thoughts of disrespect.
In this place I learn the natural toungue of silence, only to realize that it is a language of my own design.
For under the light of the golden moon..
Nobody knows the secrets I keep.
